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“ Mr. Biddle is now engag^ed in writing a work to 
be entitled ‘ The Froggy Fairy Book.’ for children. 
The book will be ready by the Christmas holidays, 
and promises to prove of more than ordinary interest 
to juvenile readers.” — The Fourth Estate, New York, 
October 8, i8g6. 

“Mr. Biddle has just written ‘The Froggy Fairy 
Book,’ the outgrowth of a rather novel idea, which 
bids fair to .strike a popular chord among juvenile 
readers. ‘The Froggy Fairy Book’ will appear 
among the Christmas books of the present year.” — 
The Philadelphia Inquirer, October 12 , iSg6. 

“ ‘ The Froggy Fairy Book ’ is narrated in a simple 
yet interesting form.” — The Baltimore A merican, Octo- 
ber If, i8g6. 

“ ‘ The Froggv Fairy Book ’ is cleverly constituted.” 
— Every Saturday, Elgin, III., October ly, i8g6. 

“ ‘The Froggy Fairy Book’ is Mr. Biddle’s Christ- 
mas book for this year.” — The Times-Herald, Chicago, 
III., October If, i8g6. 


THE 


FROGGY FAIRY BOOK 



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ANTHONY Ji DREXEL BIDDLE, 

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A uthor of “A Dual Role and Other Stories'' etc., etc. 


ILLUSTRATED 

BY 

JOHN R* SKEEN, 



DREXEL-BIDDLE & BRADLEY PUBLISHING COMPANY, 
905 Walnut Street, Philadelphia. 

1896. 


COPYRIGHT. 

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ANTHONY J. DREXEL BIDDLE. 


To one whose influence, lil\e some radiant star, 
'^rin^s Ifd'eaven’ s hol^ beauty from afar: 

7^^ life, m^ all — my “^ife. To ever be 
^ziide throughout the lon^ eternity. 




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Out of the night stepped the funniest Froggy you ever saw . 13 

‘ ‘ Now do hurry, my dear ” 17 

The Prince’s guard 21 

‘ ‘ Stop there ; can’t you see a fellow ! ” 25 

“Hail to Froggy the Prince !’’ 29 

Froggy the Fiddler waved and gesticulated as he beat the time 33 

A terrific combat was taking place 39 

“Listen to what he says,” whispered Froggy the Fiddler . . 43 
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L ittle ELSIE had been playing in Uncle 
< Tom’s big woods: they were the nicest, 
biggest woods you ever saw. 

When she came home her pretty, pink dress 
was soiled and torn, and she was a little bit 
frightened: Mama had told her to keep every- 
thing nice and clean, as Papa would be home 
from town earlier than usual that afternoon. 

Elsie felt that Mama should not have dressed 
her so early, but Uncle Tom and Aunt Mary 
had been over to lunch, and Mama liked her 
little girl to have on a pretty dress whenever 
company came. 

Of course. Uncle Tom and Aunt Mary didn’t 
care; at least Elsie didn’t see why they should. 
But Mama said that company noticed every- 
thing, and Elsie supposed they must, for she 
remembered that Aunt Mary caught her slipping 
a cake into her pocket at lunch, though Mama 
hadn’t noticed it. And Aunt Mary had also 
remarked how hard it was to keep the children’s 
dresses from getting torn — Elsie had torn her 
dress, jtist a little, before lunch. 


THE FROGGY FAIRY BOOK. 


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Elsie didn’t like Aunt Mary: she was always 
scolding and ordering everybody. Uncle Tom 
was lovely, and he was very good to Elsie. 

After lunch Mama and Aunt Mary had gone 
up-stairs to try on some dresses, and Elsie had 
asked Uncle Tom if he wouldn’t take her down 
to his big woods again. 

Uncle Tom said he would, and, after calling 
up to Mama that they should not be back for 
some time, away they went. It was a glorious 
afternoon, and Uncle Tom was great fun. 

Elsie’s chief delight, of late, had been to go 
to Uncle Tom’s woods. Afar in the middle of 
the woods there was a jolly little brook of clear, 
babbling water. It was here that Elsie loved to 
wander, and to startle the many frogs that lived 
along the banks, and which, at her approach, 
would hop away into the water. 

Uncle Tom told Elsie a story about a big 
stork, which ate naughty little froggies that 
stayed out late and didn’t come home when 
their Mamas told them to. 

And he told her about a little boy who used 
to shoot froggies with stones from a sling-shot. 
Elsie could hardly believe Uncle Tom when he 
told her that one of the big Papa frogs called out 
to the little boy: “What’s fun for you is* death 
to us.” But she was glad when Uncle Tom told 
her that the little boy was so frightened, when 


THE FROGGY FAIRY BOOK. u 

he heard the frog calling to him, that he dropped 
his sling-shot, ran all the way home, and never 
shot frogs again. 

Uncle Tom said that frogs would jump at a 
little piece of red flannel tied to a string, if it 
was dangled in the water. But Elsie didn’t 
have any red flannel, neither had Uncle Tom 
any string, so — to make Elsie happy — he said 
they should “bring some along with them next 
time.” 

Mama didn’t scold Elsie because she had 
gotten her dress torn and dirty. She said: 
“Children must play; and I really should have 
changed Elsie’s dress before she went to the 
woods.” 

Papa came home, and Elsie told him all 
about the frogs down in the brook. Papa said 
that every evening when the sun had gone be- 
hind the trees, and the woods were quite still, 
little fairies and gnomes came out from hiding 
places and danced about on the soft, green moss. 

Mama said, whenever there was a full moon, 
the fairies gave balls and tea parties. Papa said 
that it was then the great frog orchestra assem- 
bled upon the cluster of lily pads in the stream — 
each froggy having his own lily pad, as mnoiig 
MS each musician has his chair. 

After supper Mama read fairy stories to Elsie. 
The story Elsie liked best was about the little 


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THE FROGGY EA/EV BOOH. 


girl who lost her ball in the stream, and while 
crying for her plaything, which she deemed 
beyond recovery — for the ball on falling into the 
water sank from view — a wave rippled up to her 
feet, and from it hopped a large, green frog 
which held the missing treasure in its mouth. 

Immediately, on dropping the ball at the 
feet of its owner. Mister Froggy plunged back 
into the water with a jolly little gurgle. He 
shortly reappeared with a bright, gold ring in 
his mouth, which he also dropped at the feet of 
the little girl, telling her to take it home and 
keep it, for he would come some day and marry 
her. And, when the little girl had grown into 
a beautiful young lady. Froggy did come to her. 
Though she was very frightened, she promised 
to marry him and gave him back the gold ring; 
whereupon Froggy changed into a tall, hand- 
some Prince, and then led his happy bride 
home to a grand castle which was all his own. 

As Mama finished reading this story she 
looked up at her little girl, who had begun to 
doze off into dreamland. 

What a time it was getting Elsie to bed! 
She was so sleepy; but she cried because Mama 
wouldn't let her go down to see the froggy 
orchestra which Papa had told her about. Elsie 
did so want to go, and for some time she lay in 



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THE FROGGY FAIRY BOOK. 


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bed tossing about, and crying as though her 
little heart would break. 

But suddenly she heard a tapping at the win- 
dow. She grew very frightened, for the room 
was dark; she tried to scream but couldn’t, and 
all the time the little tap, tap on the window- 
pane continued. 

Then, at last, she ventured to peep over the 
covers in the direction of the noise; and as she 
looked, the window was slowly raised and out 
of the night stepped the funniest Froggy you 
ever saw. In the first place he carried a lantern, 
and Elsie laughed in spite of herself for he wore 
a real little dress-suit, and under one arm he 
held a tiny fiddle. 

He seemed to be endeavoring to bring some- 
thing into the room with him — something very 
heavy or very cumbersome — for, having set his 
lantern and his fiddle upon the window-sill, he 
leaned out of the window, and tugged and 
pulled away “for dear life.” 

It did look too funny, and Elsie laughed 
aloud. Just then the frog arose with a terrific 
effort, and, staggering backwards, he dragged 
after him a huge bouquet of beautiful flowers, 
which on the instant filled the room with deli- 
cious perfume. 

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and the fiddle upon the window-sill, took the 


i6 THE FROGGY FAIRY BOOK. 

lantern and climbed slowly and carefully, by 
the aid of a chair, onto the floor. Here he 
paused to get his breath, for he was puffing 
away like an asthmatic, little, old man. 

“Cracky! cracky!” Elsie heard him mutter- 
ing. “Its very late, and we should have been 
on our way long ago.” He held the lantern up 
before him and approached Elsie’s bed. 

It really was all very peculiar, and Elsie 
wondered why she wasn’t frightened; but she 
really wasn’t, not in the least. 

She never could understand exactly how it 
came about, but, nevertheless, a moment later 
Elsie stood at the open window, while Froggy, 
climbing upon the window-sill, untied the beauti- 
ful bouquet of flowers he had brought, and of a 
sudden he dashed them right in Elsie’s face. 

Elsie tried to cry, and became furious because 
she couldn’t. “You horrid, ugly, bad, naughty 
Froggy!” she said, and just then it occurred to 
her that she had on nothing but her thin, little 
nightdress. 

Her impulse was to run back to bed, and to 
call Mama, and to hide under the covers until 
Mama came to her. She was going to do this, 
when she became suddenly, greatly amazed. 
In the ffrst place, the flowers which Froggy had 
thrown at her, had fallen down upon her little 
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THE FROGGY FAIRY BOOK. 


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pletely covered it, thus making for her, appar- 
ently, a dress of flowers. In the second place, 
Elsie found herself no longer in her room, but 
being hurried down a long flight of steps which 
shone pale-green in the moonlight. The steps 
led from Elsie’s window down into the garden. 
While Elsie was wondering how they came 
there (for she knew they had not been there 
before). Froggy, who had tight hold of her hand, 
said: “Now do hurry, my dear; we are very 
late as it is, and you are such a slow poke.” 

“Why, I’m not at all, you horrid thing — 
began Elsie; but just then they had reached the 
foot of the staircase, and the Froggy whistled, 
whereupon a rustle was heard in the asparagus 
bed near-by, and, a moment later, out from 
among the asparagus came trooping a lot of 
frogs. 

They all wore scarlet coats and green trou- 
sers, and each frog carried a pretty lantern made 
of isinglass, and filled with fire-flies whose flash- 
ing twinkle was the light.' Elsie noticed that, 
in addition to the lantern, each frog carried a 
long spear of grass. Froggy, her guide, told 
her that these were the Prince’s guard which had 
been sent to accompany Elsie to the ball. 

“What ball?” Elsie asked. 

“Oh, you are such a stupid!” Froggy replied 
impatiently, and that was all he said. 


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THE FROGGY FAIRY BOOK. 


Elsie thought her guide impertinent, and 
she became sulky. “I won’t go with you!” she 
said, and she turned to go up the steps and back 
to her room. But, to her surprise and dis- 
appointment, the steps had disappeared, and so 
had the house, and she was now standing irreso- 
lutely in a field of waving wheat. About her 
thronged the froggy guard in their scarlet and 
green uniforms. 

After all, it was great fun, and Elsie thought 
of what lots she would have to tell Mama in 
the morning, when she got home. 

But then she thought how terribly frightened 
Mama would be when she came up-stairs and 
found her little daughter gone; and Elsie would 
have cried then and there had she not suddenly 
tripped and fallen. 

Elsie grew frightened, for she seemed to 
have fallen into a bottomless hole. Down, 
down, down she went, and she held her breath 
in fearful expectancy of what she knew not. 
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was that? Where was she? 

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Eroggy, the guide, who spoke, and Elsie found 
him standing close beside her. “You’re not at 
all sociable,” said the frog, in an injured voice. 

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elevator?” cried Elsie. “I don’t see that we’re 
in any elevator.” 

“Cracky! cracky!” grunted Mister Froggy. 
“How stupid you are! We’re in the fairy ele- 
vator, and of course you don’t expect to see the 
fairy elevator, do you?” Froggy continued: 
“Your name’s Elsie Lee. My name is Froggy 
the Fiddler. Thought we might as well know 
each other. Don’t you ever talk?” he continued; 
but without giving Elsie time to answer, he 
said: “Well, here we are at the ball grounds.” 

A muffled voice called from somewhere: 
“Ball grounds! Three strikes, out!” 

“Three out! Side out!” called Mister Froggy, 
and with that Elsie fell head over heels, and as 
she slowly picked herself up, resolved to be sur- 
prised at nothing thereafter, she found she was 
in Uncle Tom’s woods. Furthermore, she was 
standing at the edge of the woodland stream. 
Above the stars twinkled merrily in the inky- 
black heavens, and the big, round moon shone 
with pale, sleepy lustre. 

Now, this was a spectacle at which Elsie 
looked but for an instant. On the surface of the 
stream, where the lily pads grew, and where the 
moon’s pale rays illumined with a silvery light, 
were gliding, hither and thither, tiny boats. As 
Elsie gazed in wondrous interest. Froggy the 


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THE FROGGY FAIRY BOOK. 


Fiddler (whom Elsie had for the moment for- 
gotten) hailed one of these crafts. 

“I am very late as it is,” he said apologetic- 
ally to Elsie; “but,” he continued huskily, “you 
don’t seem to appreciate my company, for you 
never notice me unless I talk to you.” With 
this he took from his pocket a huge, red hand- 
kerchief, and, dropping two tears upon it, he 
folded the handkerchief with care and precision, 
and handed it to Elsie. “Keep this,” he said in a 
sentimental voice and midst sniffles and croaks — 
which Elsie was sure were froggy sobs — “keep 
this as a token of love from Froggy the 
Fiddler.” 

It was all so funny that Elsie couldn’t help 
laughing. 

Froggy the Fiddler, meanwhile, proceeded to 
the brink of the stream and there, tucking up 
his trousers in a manner which gave him a very 
droll appearance, he waded out into the water to 
meet the little boat which was coming for him. 

“Stop there; can’t you see a fellow!” he 
cried impatiently, and the boat stopped while 
Froggy the Fiddler clambered in. Away went 
the boat towards the lily pads, and Elsie now 
discovered that in each of the boats, which 
glided silently hither and thither, sat a frog 
attired in a full-dress suit. 

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in every case a frog stepped forth and took up 
his position on one of them. Ere long the frogs 
had all arrived, and they formed a complete 
semicircle upon their respective lily pads about 
Froggy the Fiddler, whom it now became ap- 
parent was the leader of the froggy orchestra. 
And now a noise arose in the forest: it sounded 
like the hammering of many woodpeckers. 

Elsie turned around. Though it was very 
dark under the trees, she descried little old men 
skipping about ; they stopped in front of every 
tree, and knocked: whereupon a door flew open, 
and there stepped forth a beautiful little fairy. 
Every fairy had a pair of tiny, silver wings. 

Soon the woods were filled with fairies and 
little, old men. Elsie remembered the little 
old men were called gnomes. She observed, 
furthermore, that she was standing in the midst 
of a broad, mossy clearing; it was here the 
fairies were about to assemble, for already they 
formed groups beneath the deep shadow of the 
trees bordering the mossy expanse. 

The fairies must have expected Elsie, for 
when they discovered her they manifested no 
surprise; but, on the contrary, they came run- 
ning forward to greet her. 

Elsie was delighted, for the fairies were all 
so pretty, and the gnomes seemed such jolly, 
little, old fellows, as they came running forward 


28 


THE FROGG V FAIR Y BOOK. 


to make their bows to Elsie. After silently 
bowing, the little people would run back to the 
edge of the clearing again — the time had evi- 
dently not yet arrived for the commencing of 
the ball. 

The gnomes were dressed in red, yellow or 
gray suits, and upon their heads were tall, white 
“ dunce caps.” The fairies’ dresses were made 
of interwoven flowers. Every fairy had long, 
golden hair, which fell in unconfined clusters 
about her neck and shoulders. 

The golden hair contrasted prettily with the 
silver wings. Each fairy wore a cap made of a 
poppy, placed upside-down upon her dainty 
head. 

Elsie noticed then that she, too, was attired 
like the fairies, in that her dress was, to all 
appearance, made of flowers. Just then a distant 
twinkling of lights drew Elsie’s attention to the 
forest depths. As she looked, the twinkling 
increased and drew nearer, and Elsie soon dis- 
covered that it came from the lanterns of the 
froggy body-guard. 

The latter came trooping out of the woods, 
and in their midst was the prettiest, daintiest, 
little frog that ever hopped. He was dressed 
in a suit of silver sheen which was bespangled 
with sparkling emeralds. As he stepped out 
into the mossy clearing the fairies and gnomes 






THE FROGGY FAIR Y BOOR. 


31 


all greeted him with the cry : “ Froggy the 
Prince! Hail to Froggy the Prince!” 

After a little bow of acknowledgment to his 
welcomers, Froggy turned to his body-guard. 

“Light the ball grounds!” he said in a gruff, 
military voice of command. And the guards 
distributed themselves Immediately about the 
clearing. 

Fastening their twinkling lanterns to the 
blunt ends of their grass spears, they placed the 
pointed ends into the ground. 

Froggy the Prince approached Elsie, and 
addressed her in a brief but courtly speech. It 
contained a welcome to the ball, and grateful 
thanks for having accepted his invitation thither 
through his confidential messenger. Froggy the 
Fiddler. Before Elsie had time to say anything 
in reply to this speech (which was in the nature 
of a surprise to her) the ball began. Sweet 
strains of music came from the froggy orchestra 
in the stream, and Elsie descried Eroggy the 
Fiddler waving and gesticulating, as he beat the 
time for his musicians. 

Out over the green moss, which lay like a 
velvet carpet upon the clearing — so soft was it — 
glided the gnomes and the fairies. They danced 
waltzes, gallops, the “Virginia Reel” and the 
“ Minuet.” And then Froggy the Prince hopped 


32 


THE FROGGY FAIR V BOOK. 


the “Sailor’s Hornpipe,” to the great delight of 
all present. 

Six milk-white turkey gobblers in silver har- 
ness came strutting up to Elsie ; they were har- 
nessed, pair ahead of pair, to a silver chariot. 

A bull-frog, dressed in dark-green livery, 
sat on the coachman’s box of the chariot. He 
handled the reins in true professional style. 

This was Froggy the Prince’s “turn-out,” for 
he hopped up to Elsie, and invited her to step 
inside and proceed thus to the palace with him. 
There, he said, his old fairy godmother awaited 
their coming, to join them in holy wedlock. 

“But I can’t marry you,” protested Elsie, be- 
coming frightened. “You’re very nice, I know, 
but then you’re only a frog, and I’m a — a — a 
person!” 

At this Froggy the Prince became greatly 
disturbed and alarmed. He groveled at Elsie’s 
feet and grunted forth his grief, beseeching 
Elsie to marry him. Uncanny noises arose in 
the forest. A passing cloud in the heavens cov- 
ered the face of the moon; foul bats swooped 
down into the clearing, and flew against the 
lanterns of the body-guard who, armed with 
their grass spears, fought bravely, but with little 
avail, against their winged assailants. 

The fairies cried with terror that it was “the 
Hop-toad King and his band that had come for 



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THE FROGGY FAIRY BOOK. 


35 


little Elsie.” The wildest excitement prevailed. 
Froggy the Prince turned to Elsie for one brief 
moment. 

“The Hop-toad King has heard that you 
will not marry me,” he hurriedly and sorrow- 
fully whispered. “His messengers, the bats, 
have told him; and he is coming, with his toads 
and imps, to take you for himself I have al- 
ways watched you when you played by the for- 
est stream and I have loved you, yes, loved you 
always. You almost trod upon me yesterday 
when you chased me into the stream; I barely 
managed to dodge the stone which your Uncle 
Tom threw after me: but I love you. Yes, and 
the Hop-toad King loves you too,” he continued 
in great excitement. “ He too has watched you 
as you played, and now that you have refused 
me, he has come for you himself But I shall 
fight him to the death!” So saying. Froggy the 
Prince turned and disappeared in the darkness, 
which now hung thickly everywhere. Elsie could 
hear him calling to his guard, and encouraging 
them in their efforts to beat off the bats. 

The fairies and gnomes ran hither and thither 
in blind terror, for in their midst there suddenly 
appeared little red imps. The imps had horns 
on their heads; they had also cloven feet and 
long, curly tails. In their scrawny hands they 


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THE FROGGY FAIRY BOOK. 


carried pronged forks, with which they jabbed 
at the terror-stricken fairies. 

Elsie was horrified. The gnomes fought 
bravely with the imps, but the horned enemy 
seemed more than a match for the little, old 
men. The bats continued to fly at the lanterns 
of the guard; they (the bats) broke the lanterns, 
devoured the fire-flies, and threw the clearing 
into total darkness — for the moon was hidden 
behind clouds. At last the moon did shine 
again, and then — what a sight was Elsie’s! 

Great spotted toads were trooping out from 
the woods on all sides of the clearing. As they 
hopped forward their ugly forms looked dis- 
torted in the uncertain moonlight. 

The froggy guard hopped at the toads and 
fought them valiantly. It was a desperate strug- 
gle. The frogs prodded the toads with their 
sharp, grass spears, and the toads, rolling their 
bloodshot eyes and looking hideous, pressed 
hard upon the frogs. 

Many froggies were thrown upon their backs, 
and then the toads sprang on them and tore 
their scarlet and green uniforms to shreds — the 
while rubbing over them their filthy warts. The 
scene grew more and more horrible. 

Elsie felt a clammy something touch her 
hand, and heard a rasping voice address her. 
She turned. A monstrous toad confronted her. 


THE FROGG V FAIR Y BOOK. 37 

It was speckled and slimy, and had tall, waving, 
fleshy horns. 

“lam the Hop-toad King!” it said, and Elsie 
noticed that it wore a big tin crown on its filthy 
head. “ Kiss me, for you are mine,” continued 
the toad-monster and, with a repulsive grin on 
its horrible features, it pressed its face close to 
Elsies. The little girl closed her eyes; she grew 
cold and rigid in her terror. What passed dur- 
ing the next few moments she never knew; her 
senses left her for the time. 

When she opened her eyes again a terrific 
combat was taking place directly before her. 
Eroggy the Prince had come to Elsie’s rescue, 
and at that moment he was closed in deadly 
embrace with the Hop-toad King. 

Over and over they rolled — first one on top, 
then the other; and they gnawed and clawed 
at each other in a manner that was most horri- 
ble to see. 

Eroggy the Prince was tiny compared with 
the size of the toad-monster. But then Eroggy 
was lithe and quick, and the toad was fat, pu% 
and unwieldly. There was a certain fascination 
in witnessing this curious, though bloodthirsty 
conflict between the rival champions. Elsie 
stood stock-still, as though glued to the spot, 
with her eyes fixed in a glassy stare upon the 
fighters. When she heard a small voice near-by 


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THE FROGGY FAIRY BOOK. 


say: “Cracky! cracky!” she jumped as though 
she had been shot. Froggy the Fiddler stood 
beside her. 

“It’s time to be off!” Froggy the Fiddler 
said in the most unconcerned tone imaginable. 
He was dripping wet from head to toe. “ I 
jumped into the water and swam for shore, 
when I saw a rumpus was up,” he said by way 
of explanation. From his vest pocket he drew 
forth a tiny watch which he consulted. “ It’s a 
Waterbury watch, so the water doesn’t hurt it,” 
he remarked. 

After this everything grew hazy. Elsie 
could never explain it— everything happened 
peculiarly when Froggy the Fiddler was about 
— but she felt herself going up through the air 
suddenly like a balloon. Up, up, up she rose 
through a pitch-black darkness. She resolved 
to be surprised at nothing thereafter which took 
place when Froggy the Fiddler was around. 
Of a sudden Elsie realized that she had come 
out of the darkness, and was now" hovering, like 
a butterfly, over a field of waving wheat. 

It was the same field through which Elsie 
had passed with the froggy guard earlier in 
the evening, and before she had gone to the 
“ball grounds” in the fairy elevator. 

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above a big, black hole in the ground. She felt 
sure this was the entrance to the fairy elevator. 

“Cracky! cracky!” came to her ears from 
among the wheat, below her. “Call the sign 
of the frogs or you’ll drop down into the ele- 
vator again, before you know it!” shrieked the 
voice of Froggy the Fiddler. 

Elsie grew frightened. She didn’t want to 
go back to the terrible battle-field. “What is 
the sign of the frogs?” she called, as she bal- 
anced herself helplessly in mid-air. 

“Umpy dumpy didley dee, of course, you 
stupid!” called back Froggy, just as if Elsie 
ought to have known without asking. 

It was no time to bandy words with a 
bandy-legged frog; Elsie realized this. In a 
mechanical, poll-parrot fashion she repeated, 
as Eroggy said it, “Umpy dumpy didley dee” — 
immediately she dropped to the ground. 

Elsie and Froggy the Fiddler now hastened 
away, hand-in-hand, through the wheat. The 
fresh dew hung heavy, and sparkled like clus- 
ters of diamonds upon the countless blades 
swaying in the moonlight to a gentle breeze. 

As Elsie and Eroggy passed beneath a great 
oak tree, which stood near the centre of the field,' 
a voice called to them. It was the voice of the 
wise, old owl of the wheat field. Froggy said. 
Elsie and Eroggy stopped to listen. Peering 


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THE FROGGY FAIRY BOOH. 


up among the green, black and silver-tinted 
branches, Elsie saw a large owl. His big round 
eyes looked wisely down at her. 

“Listen to what he says,” whispered Froggy, 
“for he is the judge, chief counselor, prophet 
and sage of the forests and streams. We all 
come to him for knowledge and advice.” 

Elsie listened in awed silence to the vener- 
able voice of the wise, old owl of the wheat field. 
In a low, mournful tone, the owl chanted this 
song to Elsie and Froggy the Fiddler: 

Lovers three has Elsie Lee, 

For she is the queen of beauty; 

Froggy the Fiddler, of Fiddle de dee, 

Is the one who does his duty. 

For he loves Elsie most of all. 

Yet least of all he shows it; 

The Hop-toad King is great and tall. 

But rough, and Elsie knows it. 

Froggy the Prince is a pretty beast. 

And like Elsie created by Heaven; 

But Froggy and Elsie can’t love in the least: 

For beasts can’t marry women. 

So you are right, and I am right. 

And we all are right, together; 

Run home, Elsie; don’t stay in the night — 

For the lay is people’s weather. 

The owl concluded his song with a long, 
doleful hoot, and then, without further ado, he 
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And now Elsie s astonishment was great, 
for she found herself running “for dear life.” 
Whither she was going she knew not She 
became all out of breath. She tried her very 
best to stop, but the harder she tried to stop, 
the faster she ran. 

The moon was gone, and the night was 
fading into the gray of early dawn. 

Of a sudden Elsie found herself at home in 
her garden. Some grasshoppers were sitting on 
the fence near-by, and they all waved to Elsie. 

“Cracky! cracky!” said a familiar voice. 

“Hurry up or you’ll be late for breakfast,” 
called another voice from the far distance. That 
voice sounded very much like Mama’s. 

Elsie found herself plunging up the flight 
of green stairs that led to her room. 

A moment later she seemed to be climbing 
into her little bed. 

Gracious, how cold it was! Elsie instinc- 
tively pulled the covers about her. Then she 
peeped over the covers at the foot of the bed. 
There sat Froggy the Fiddler with his long legs 
crossed tailor-fashion. He looked at Elsie in a 
sad, beseeching way, and seemed trying to say 
something to her. Elsie sat bolt upright in bed. 

“What is it, Froggy dear?” she murmured. 

Mama’s voice sounded close beside her: 


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THE FROGGY FAIRY BOOK. 


“What in the world can the child be talking 
about?” 

Elsie rubbed her eyes. Why they were shut! 
She opened them, and what was her surprise to 
see Mama standing beside her. Elsie glanced 
quickly at the foot of the bed. Froggy the 
Fiddler had vanished. 

“What has my little girl been dreaming 
about?” said Mama, smiling, and kissing the 
wondering face of her Elsie. 

Elsie gave a little laugh. It was evident 
that Mama knew nothing as yet of the lark she 
had been on. Elsie therewith told Mama all 
about it 

Mama only smiled and said, “What a very 
pretty dream my little daughter has had?” 

But Elsie scoffed at the idea that she had 
been dreaming. Indeed it made her angry 
even to think that what she had seen had not 
all really happened. Elsie felt certain she had 
spent the night among the fairies and the frog- 
gies, and she, herself, ought to know. 

It was Sunday morning; Uncle Tom and 
Aunt Mary came over early to spend the day. 
After lunch Elsie insisted upon Uncle Toms 
taking her down to his woods again. She told 
Uncle Tom all about her funny adventures with 
the frogs and the fairies. Uncle Tom listened 
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They found the wheat field again, and in it 
the tree wherein the old owl had sung his song; 
and oh, there sat the owl! Elsie clapped her 
hands with delight. She began jabbering away 
to the owl to the great amusement of Uncle 
Tom. But the bird, ruffling its feathers, blinked 
stupidly and made no response, and Elsie finally 
became impatient. She stamped her little foot,- 
and then turned to Uncle Tom. A look of bitter 
disappointment was on her face. “ He won’t talk 
in daytime,” she said. “And he doesn’t know me, 
for owls only see at night.” 

Uncle Tom then took Elsie down to the 
forest stream. As they stepped to the water’s 
edge they startled several froggies. 

These were just plain, everyday froggies, 
and they hopped off into the water without 
further ado. 

“Now Elsie, dear,” said Uncle Tom, “can’t 
you see it was all a dream last night?” 

But Elsie shook' her head. “ No,” she said, 
“ it was not a dream, for I was here, and I re- 
member it. The froggies and the fairies only 
come out to play at night when everyone’s 
asleep.” 

Uncle Tom could not help smiling, for Elsie 
was so serious. “Won’t you take me with you 
the next time you come out to see the froggies 
play at night?” Uncle Tom asked. 


50 


THE FROGGY FAIRY BOOK. 


Elsie said: “May-be; that is if Froggy the 
Fiddler will take you. I think he would rather 
take me alone though.” 

Then Elsie sighed and continued aloud, 
though apparently to herself: “I would like to 
know how dear little Froggy the Prince is, and 
whether that horrid big Hop-toad King hurt him 
last night, in that terrible fight.” 

The result of the froggy and hop-toad battle 
will be known to those who read “ The Second 
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DREXEL-BIDDLE & BRADLEY PUBLISHING CO/S PUBLICATIONS 


THE MADEIRA ISLANDS 

BY 

A. J. DREXEL BIDDLE. 


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PRESS COMMENTS: 

“There is an ancient and famous island which lies in the Atlantic Ocean, 535 miles 
south of Lisbon, and 360 miles distant from the North African coast, and its name, as 
well as its products, is frequently on our lips, yet the historical and geographical narra- 
tor has heretofore left us in almost entire ignorance of its people, customs, history and 
commerce. Time and industrious writers do in time rectify these omissions, and An- 
thony J. Drexel Biddle has supplied the deficiency in public knowledge of the Islands 
of Madeira. He has written an entertaining series of papers on the ‘ Madeira Islands,’ 
which will prove a valuable acquisition to the history-and-travel shelf of any library. 
He has the art of relieving fact of its bluntness with many entertaining anecdotes, 
which, moreover, give color and life to the narrative, and exploiting numerous new 
lights in this hitherto comparatively unknown group, which blend happily diversion 
with the absorption of much useful knowledge.’’ — The Times, Washington, D. C., 

Aug^ 4 st JO, i 8 g 6 . 

“This account is anything but dry and perfunctory. It begins with a love story 
lived so long ago that it has become history. It contains an account of the curious riot 
in 1889, witnessed by the author, in which the boatmen and chair-carriers who live on 
tourists’ spending-money thrashed their own countrymen, who were about to make it 
hot for the foreigners resident. This was at the time of the brief Anglo-Portuguese 
war scare. Mr. Drexel Biddle’s book is very abundantly illustrated and has two maps,’’ 
— New York Recorder, August g, i 8 g 0 . 

“A history and description by Anthony J. Drexel Biddle.’’ — The Sun, New York, 
August IS, i8g6. 

“Anthony J. Drexel Biddle, whose name suggests success, and whose attainments 
have warranted the hopes his friends have had in him, is the author of a new book on 
the Madeira Islands. Mr. Biddle’s is the first on the Madeira Islands written by an 
American. It is furthermore the first illustrated work of the Madeiras ever published. 

Mr. Biddle has a pleasing style, telling many facts without growing tedious, 

and showing in his work the newspaper instinct as applied to successful authorship.’’ 
— The Fourth Estate, New York, August 13, i 8 go. 

“ With pen and pencil he presents the reader a lifelike description of the 

islands, their history and people. The volume has twenty-seven full-page illustrations, 

maps and other information useful for travelers ’’ — The Post, Pittsburg, 

August 10, i8g6. 

“A very readable little book.” — The Post, Boston, September b, i8g6. 

“ The author spent some time on the island, and gives a great deal of really valu- 
able information regarding it, its inhabitants, the climate, attractions, wavs of living, 
etc. The prospective tourist or visitor will find it most convenient as a guide and com* 
panion.” — Boston Transcript, September 14, i8gb. 


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“The handsome little volume entitled the ‘The Madeira Islands,’ written by An- 
thony J. Drexel Biddle, and dedicated to the niemory of his grandfather, Mr. Anthony 
J. Drexel, contains a fund of valuable information about a portion of the world ot which 
the general public possess none too much knowledge. Its more than one hundred 
pages are replete with information regarding the history and geographical position of 
the islands, the racial characteristics, customs and usages of the inhabitants, and the 
religious traits and business capacity of a people of which the average American 
knows but little. Mr. Biddle’s book is well illustrated, and the maps which accompany 
it are exceedingly interesting.’’ — The Globe, Boston, Mass., August 24, i8g6. 

“The book seems to be fairly good of its class.” — Boston Daily Advertiser, August 
18, i8g6. 

“A very pretty and useful little book is this by Anthony J. Drexel Biddle, who sup- 
plies in it inmrmation for tourists and pleasure for stay-at-homes. In a small space he 
has condensed the history of Madeira from .the first legend of the eloping lovers in the 
time of Edward III, of England. Then the customs of the people, the real islanders 
and the numerous British business men who form a large colony, are pleasantly de- 
scribed. Maps, photographs, prices of hotels, etc., help to make the book a complete 
and convenient guide, the first complete and illustrated one published. The Pittsbuvg 
Bulletin,^ September ig, i8g6, 

“‘The Madeira Islands’ is the latest product of the pen of Anthony J. Drexel 

Biddle, author of ‘A Dual Role and Other Stories.’ .All the touching legends 

and quaint customs of the natives are set forth. Coupled with the excellent description 
is a chapter of practical information for tourists. It is the first work written on the 
islands by an American. Its production involved much careful research.” — The Pitts- 
burg Leader, August 8, i8gb. 

“A very interesting book entitled ‘ The Madeira Islands ’ has been written by An- 
thony J. Drexel Biddle. It contains a clear history and description of these pleasant 
islands, and is said to be the first work that has been written on the subject by an 

American There are twenty-seven full-page illustrations in Mr. Biddle’s 

book, in addition to maps of Funchal and the Islands of Madeira. As for the text, 
suffice it to say that the author tells all that is worth knowing about the islands. He 
has evidently studied them and their history thoroughly, going back to the time when 
they were discovered and settled, and telling us how they have fared from that time 
until now. Of life in the islands at present he draws a graphic and interesting picture, 
and altogether his book can be recommended, not only to historical students and to 
those who may intend to visit the Madeiras, but also to those who, though unable for 
various reasons to spend much time in traveling, are yet always eager to obtain new 
information about foreign and little-known countries.” — The New York Herald, August 
8 , J8g6. 

“ Mr. Biddle, in this his latest contribution to literature, has found the fortunate 
middle ground between a mere guide-book and an elaborate and technical record of 
the resources, population and general statistics of these beautiful islands. He writes 
vividly and with much keen observation of the climate and scenery, with picturesque 
descriptions of the fetes, customs and manners of the native Madeirans. A brief 
sketch is given of the history of these islands and the status of the various nations 
represented in the social and commercial life. Furthermore, there is appended, for the 
economist, a list of the best hotels in Funchal and their prices. A map of the island 
and also of the city of Funchal, together with excellent reproductions of photographs, 
of the chief buildings, the scener3' and natives, add to the value and the beauty of this 
little volume. It would seem to need but a physician’s certificate as to its healthfulness, 
and a meteorologist’s statistics upon climate and weather, to make Madeira a resort for 
invalids second only to Nice or Mentone, since it is already quite as accessible by the 
various transatlantic lines duly-mentioned by Mr. Biddle, with details as to routes and 
rates ” — The Public Ledger, Philadelphia, August 21, i8g6. 

“ It is the only complete descriptive and hi.storical account of these picturesque little 
Portuguese possessions of which we have knowledge.” — The Philadelphia Press, August 
ij, i8g6. 

“ ‘ The Madeira Islands ’ combines a historical and romantic account of the discov- 
ery of these beautiful islands, with a description of the social life of their inhabitants 
of to-day. The author has added some interesting .statistics, and much useful informa- 
tion with regard to the best way to get there and where to stay on arrival. The volume 
is profusely illustrated and tastefully bound.” — The Philadelphia Times, October 4, i8g6. 

“Anthony J. Drexel Biddle’s new book, ‘The Madeira Islands,’ is meeting with a 
good and substantial reception throughout the country. The book gives the results of 
a careful study of the Madeiras.” — The Philadelphia Inquirer, October 12, i8gb. 


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Young Mr. Anthony J. Drexel Biddle does not neglect the historical features in 
his interesting new work upon ‘ The Madeira Islands,’ and he tells, too, of the famous 
vines and wine, the Malmsey grape, of the native ‘ rede,’ or hammock, the sledge-like 
carro, the native nmsicians. For the first time we find in a comprehensive form a 
picture of the islands which gives color as well as shape to them.”— 7 %^ Record Phila- 
delphiay Aug-nst 28, i8g6. ’ 

Madeira Islands,’ by Anthony J. Drexel Biddle, is one of the latest works of 
the bright ex-Fhiladelphm reporter, who has already made good his claim to attention 
in the literary world.’ —The Evening Star, Philadelphia, October 16, i8g6. 

advance copy of ‘The Madeira Islands.’ by Anthony J. 
Drexel Biddle from the enterprising publishers, who announce that the book is in 

issued. The author is a citizen of Philadelphia, and well-known 
and favorably esteemed in social and literary circles. The forthcoming book may be 
regarded as the most ambitious ot Mr. Biddle’s efforts, and in essential respects it is 
unique, conferring new lustre and adding to his reputation ofiamian of letters The 
embraces eight-papers, the first appropriately being devoted to the early history 
of Madeira and a geographical description of the islands. The author succeeds in his 
new role of historian and rightly assumes that to iully enlist the attention of the 
reader and traveler, the history and geography must precede all merely descriptive 
writing. . . . . .He has succeeded 111 giving us a book of travels, and all that con- 

stitutes value m a guide-book. The interesting work contains two excellent maps and 
twenty-seven fine illustration^ giving a vivid picture of the islands, and their people 
and scenery. I he relations of Madeira with the outlying world are the subject of the 
Fourth Paper, and much that is new and entertaining is given with a literalness that 
makes a vivid impression. T.he manners and customs of the people are described in 
the Pitth Paper,’ together with the amusements, the feast days, holidays and quaint 
customs. Ihe ‘Sixth Paper’ is the journal of a traveler who is a close observer, and 
knows how to be minute without becoming tiresome. The ‘ Seventh Paper ’ is statisti- 
cal, and the last paper is full of information that every visitor to the islands will find 
valuable. Mr. Biddle’s book begets a desire to visit the islands and see with one’s own 
eyes what he has so graphically described ; but whether the reader can go or not, he 
will be richly repaid for the reading of one of the choicest books of the year.”— 77 /^ 
North American, Philadelphia, August 24, i8g6. 

‘‘Mr. Biddle is herein shown in a different literary' vein from that with which he 
has so far been associated. He has produced fiction, essays, a book on athletics, etc., 

and his account of Madeira further shows his versatility as a writer The 

pictures in Mr. Biddle’s book are numerous, and they are of unequal merit.” — The 
Evening Telegraph, Philadelphia, August 22, i8g6. 


‘‘Anthony J. Drexel Biddle contributes to the literature of travel, in his new book 
on ‘ The Madeira Islands,’ a nicely poised study, balanced about midway between the 
dignity of a historical record and the charming informality of a sketch of travel. It is 
written with an alert appreciation of local color, is enlivened by several notes of per- 
sonal experience, and, taken in its entirety, affords about as lucid and entertaining a 
glimpse of the past, present and probable future of the Madeiras as could be desired 
within the limitations of a slender volume. The work is deftly embodied in good type 
and attractive binding, and is illustrated freely from photographs and sketches collected 
by the author ” — The Family Call, Philadelphia, Attgust8, i8g6. 


‘‘ Books of travel are, as a general rule, anything but interesting reading. So many 
of them read as if they were cooked up fVom Baedeker’s or Cook’s guide-books, that 
the reader eventually and inevitably loses faith in them. There are some notable ex- 
ceptions, however, and these exceptions are to be classed with the most interesting and 
instructive works of the kind. To this cla.ss belongs Mr. Drexel Biddle’s little w’ork on 
the Madeira Islands. Mr. Biddle describes the islands as he saw them during a pro- 
longed visit with a simplicity and ease of '-style which is delightful 

Whether it is the blueness of the .sea that he dwells upon, the mildness of the climate, 
the luxuriant growth of fruit and flower, the quaint cu.stoms of the Madeirans, or a 
gorgeous ceremony witnessed from the balcony of the Cathedral, his style is always 

fresh, vivid and instinct with the deep enjoyment of life There is so much 

in it, however, that is good that it is difficult to make a choice.” — The Evening Item, 
Philadelphia, August 26, i8gb. 

“ Mr. Biddle lived a year on the islands, devoting his time in collecting data for the 

work under discussion No library will be quite complete without it. These 

studies of the Madeiras give ample evidence of Mr. Biddle’s rapid progress in his 
chosen profession, to which he is unusually well adapted. The book will no doubt 
meet with a large sale, which will not only recompense Mr. Biddle well for the great 
amount of labor devoted to the work, but will also add to the previous succes.ses he 
has achieved in the world of letters.” — The Daily Neivs, Philadelphia, August 13, i8g6. 


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“A comely little volume, lavishly illustrated The romantic discovery of 

the Madeiran group, through the elopement of Robert 3, Machin, is for the first time 
related in detail by the author. Mr. Biddle’s style is simple and unaffected, and his 
narrative throughout is delightfully familiar and eminently readable. The record of 
his excursion to the Madeiras is not wanting in graphic touches, and evidences care- 
fulness and acuteness of observation.” — The Bulletin., Philadelphia, August 22, i8g6. 

“An interesting work entitled ‘ The Madeira Islands’ is fresh from the pen of that 
talented young journalist, Mr. A. J. Drexel Biddle.” — The Evening Herald, Philadelphia, 
August 6, i8g6. 

“Mr. Biddle is a graceful and easy writer, with a style that is clear as crystal.” — 
Sunday Dispatch, Philadelphia, August g, i8g6. 

“The favored ones who can escape the rigors of a Northern winter will find no 
better guide and companion to the happy isles than this admirable book.” — The 
Herald, St. Joseph, Missouri. 

“Books of travel sometimes avail but little in imparting a correct knowledge of 
the countries of which they treat, but the book before us is an exception to this rule, 
and the very atmosphere, conditions and life of the country are so fully drawn that 

they leave a very vivid impress upon the mind of the reader The original 

grace of Mr. Biddle’s diction is altogether charming The book cannot fail to 

interest its readers.” — The Times, Eos A ngeles.y. California, August 16, i8g6. 

“ Mr. Biddle is believed to be the first American who has written a book about 
those islands, and the first writer from any country who has written an illu.strated 
book about them.” — The Saturday Evening Post, Burlington, Iowa, September 26, i8g6. 

“ Books on these islands are rare, and this one is evidently the result of 

careful research and study. It fulfills the functions of both history and guide-book, 
and is freely illustrated.” — The Argonaut, San Prancisco, California, August 24, i8g6. 

“‘The Madeira Islands.’ This book is made up of a series of papers, 

Nos. I to 8. The first of these is historical, exploratory and geographical, and narra- 
tive, and cost the author years of study and research, in which the author consulted . 
the most obscure and ancient documents, besides many of the books on Madeira. The 
other papers are explanatory of the present condition of the island, the occupations 
and customs of the people, the foreign settlers and their influence, and so on. Among 
other curious things, the author notes a widespread belief among the natives that the 
United States wants to acquire their island, and may go to war with Portugal to get it, 
and further, that the islanders are fervently hoping that all this may be done, as they 
long to become citizens of the great Republic. The book is handsomely printed and 
copiously illustrated.” — The Tribune, Salt Lake City, Utah, August ii, i8g6. 

“ This is the first work which has been written upon ‘ The Madeira Islands’ by an 
American, and the first illustrated work of the Madeiras which has ever been pub- 
lished. In its compilation Mr. Biddle has left no stone unturned in searching out the 
truths of Madeiran and of Portuguese history. The book is the result of many years 
of constant study and research ” — The Denver Republican, August 16, i8g6. 

“...... This is a neatly printed, handsomely illustrated volume— made up of 

eight papers — the history, past and present of the Madeira Island A series 

of talks about the island and its interesting people, such as intelligent readers will all 
appreciate. He not only introduces us to the ideas of hills and rivers, and plains, and 
cities, but he gives beautiful, terse descriptions of the simple, honest people. The 
reader will be astonished to learn that the admiration for Americans is great in 

Madeira We infer from Mr. Biddle the Madeirans have anything but a 

great love for the power that rules them. The book is gossipy, pleasant reading, 
and abounding in facts of value to remember.” — The Inter-Ocean, Chicago, III. 

“A rarely entertaining volume. "—Eveiy Saturday, Elgin, III., September 12. i8g6. 

“There is a very fine little book on the Madeira Islands, written by Anthony J. 

Drexel Biddle. The islands have never been written up in an attractive 

manner, and it was a very bright idea on the part of Mr. Biddle to take the work, 
which he has done uncommonly well. It is beautifully illustrated, and gives the facts 
of their history in a bright and very entertaining way, combining the dry with 
romance in such a manner as to hold the reader to the end. The life in the present 
is delightfully pictured, and the beautiful illustrations contribute to the charm. It is 
uncommonly well done, and the author, who has already won laurels as a writer of 
short stories, has rendered a valuable service to history.” — The Morning Telegraph, 
New London, Conn., August to, i8g6. 


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_ “ This work, by A. J. D. Biddle, is a condensed, but most interesting" and valuable 
history of a corner of the great world too little known to American readers. The 
book is not only thoroughly and well-written, but is fully and admirably illustrated. 
The author evidently writes from a sincere love of the place and the people ; the book 
is, on the whole, a most useful addition to recent historical literature.”— Library 
Bulletin^ Norwich, Conn., October, i8g6. 

“The reading world will welcome this latest book of Anthony T. Drexel Biddle, 
because it has learned that in whatever he puts forth there is strength of thought, the 
result of labor and research, clothed in a lingual dress which adds to its attractiveness. 
This new book will increase his reputation as a ready and skillful writer, and as a man 
of great observation as well as reflective capacity. The subject he has chosen to eluci- 
date is out of the usual pathway of literary or historic research ; but it may well be all 
the more welcome for that reason, because there is no part of the earth that is not in- 
teresting to civilized man, and because the Madeiras are a part that have not exercised 
their full and legitimate influence on the rest, for reasons v/hich Mr. Biddle’s narrative 
makes plain enough. 

“This is the first work which has been written upon the Madeira Islands by an 
American. It is furthermore the first illustrated work of the Madeiras which has ever 

yet been published, so far as we are able to find out Having gotten together 

all the proofs which the delving into ancient history and documents could produce, 
Mr. Biddle in the ‘ First Paper’ of his book presents to his readers a complete catalogue 
of the facts pertaining to the discovery and settlement of the Madeira Islands such as 
has never before been thoroughly pieced together ; and he does it in such a way as to 
cast the charm of romance about the truths of history. 

“heading on from this sketch, which of itself enlists the reader’s svmpathy and 
arouses his interest, the author presents in a series of eight chapters all the facts of 
note concerning the island group, their characteristics, their products and commerce, 
and their population and history ; and many of these are graphically illustrated with 
engravings distributed through the book, which, once for all, can be recommended to 
the student of history, to the lover of good literature, and to the traveler who desires 
to fortify himself with information concerning a strange land he proposes to visit.” — 
The Brooklyn Citizen, August g, iSg6. 

“ Mr. Biddle’s volume has few pages, but there is much information in it, and it is 
given in direct and simple manner. Moreover, the volume has nearly forty illu.stra- 
tions and maps. Madeira has not been the subject of many books. The islands do not 
offer a great subject for any one; they are small and unimportant; two of the four 
are uninhabited, and, except for the wine they produce, the entire group would be of 
slight interest to the outside world. 

But the land is picturesque, the people are curiously primitive and slow, and the 
traveler may well spend some little time there among interesting scenes. Madeira has 
not yet reached even to the development Rome reached in the matter of wheeled vehi- 
cles ; the people have not risen to the two-wheeled cart which marked the Roman limit. 
They employ as a conveyance a sort of sledge, an affair with runners, and in order to 
facilitate the hauling of it on the streets they grease the pavements. The people 
appear to have positive aversion to wheels. In vain have the English endeavored to 
introduce the wheelbarrow among them. They will have none of it. 

There prevails in Madeira a faith that the fate of the islands is annexation to the 
United States. Many citizens fully believe that ‘ Uncle Sam is but awaiting a favorable 
opportunity to stretch forth his hand to the Madeirans, and lift them from under the 
monarchical Portuguese yoke.’ This faith seems to be natural — at least excusable — 
when we know how ignorant are the people of Madeira. We read that a son of a 
wealthy merchant of Madeira asked Mr. Biddle if our civil war had yet come to a close. 
Again, at a dinner party, a young lady remarked to him that President Washington 
‘must be a very popular old gentleman.’ Mr. Biddle informed her that Washington 
had been dead many years, whereupon she replied : ‘ I am so sorry at this news. It is 
so sudden to me, for it is the first time I have heard of it.’ ” — The New York Times, 
August ib, i8g6. 

“A new edition of ‘The Madeira Islands,’ by Anthony J. Drexel Biddle, will be 
shortly issued.” — The Evening Item, Philadelphia, October ig, i8g6. 


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AN ALLEGORY AND 
THREE ESSAYS 

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PRESS COMMENTS: 

“Mr. Biddle has won a wide reputation as a writer.’’ — Los Angeles Times, August 
lb, i8g6. 

“ ‘An Allegory and Three Essays ’ is the not inapt title of a slender little volume 
by A. J. Drexel Biddle, one of the younger writers of this city whose work is to some 
extent dominated by unusual freshness of view, virility of thought and charm of style. 
Mere fragmentary sketches, these essays, on subjects not too felicitous in contempo- 
rary interest — but their treatment is within the limitations, admirable and scholarly.’’ 
The Family Call, Philadelphia, March 24, i8g6. 

“Anthony J. Drexel Biddle is a young gentleman of fine literary talents.’’ — The 
Inter-Ocean, Chicago, March 11, i8gb. 

“ ‘An Allegory and Three Essays,’ by Anthony J. Drexel Biddle, gives a charming 
little history of the ‘ Life of an Ephemeron,’ symboling through this the dangers of 
life, and bringing only one insect out of many to the very end of his summer day. The 
author begins his first essay by stating : ‘ The mind is the soul’s machine. It is the 
mind through which the soul expresses itself and improves or deteriorates itself ; the 
soul is the motive power, the mind the motor, and the body the servant and physical 
supplier of the mind.’ ’’ — The Boston Standard, April 23, i8g6. 

“ The pre.seut volume contains four bright essays gathered from Mr. Drexel Biddle’s 
contributions to various periodicals during the past year.’’ — The Philadelphia Press, 

April II, i8gb. 

“The contents abundantly attest the versatility and talent of the author.’’— 
Fourth Estate, New York, April 2, i8gb. 

“This prettily gotten up little brochure contains ‘An Allegory and Three Essays’ 
by A. J. Drexel Biddle.’’ — The Pittsburg Bulletin, April 23, i8gb. 

“ Mr. Biddle has won a wide reputation as a writer of thought and original grace 
of diction; and as a specimen of his ability, we give below a little story which he has 
recently published in connection with three essays on ‘ Mind, Theory and Opinion’ re- 
spectively. It concerns ‘The Life of an Ephemeron’ .... and is as follows . . . ’’ — 
The Brooklyn Citizen, March zg, i8g6. 

“ Mr. Biddle has already achieved distinction as a maker of books. His ‘Allegory ’ 
and three essays on ‘ Mind, Theory and Opinion,’ as well as ‘ The Life of an Ephem- 
eron,’ have been received with favor by the literary world.’’ — The North American, 
Philadelphia, August 24, i8go. 


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